When I was making my way home today from the bookstore, where I work, I saw a man sitting in a wheelchair. Normally I wouldn't have reacted, but today I did. Just a couple of weeks before Christmas I saw this man - walking. I'm not good at faces, but this man was different. He has curly brown hair, a big moustach and a really round stomach. The stomach was the thing I remembered the most because he was one of the humans that I actually create a life and a history about in my mind. When he walked the weeks before Christmas he put his stomach out, he wasn't ashamed of it, he didn't seem to be ashamed of anything, that's why I created the life I thought he had. And today, he only had one leg. A life can change so fast, you have no idea what will happen tomorrow, no idea at all. This man probably lives alone and lost his leg probably before Christmas, but he didn't seemed to be ashamed of it. Life is cruel, you may think, but is it? Yes, it is, but it's not horrible, the good things are still more than the bad things. He still has his eyes, his arms and his health left. And who I am to know, maybe he has a wife and two children, one little girl with his curly hair and one little boy who is really proud of having noone else than Him to be his father. This is a strong man and I hope that he has the happiness he deserves.
I'll try to have this man in my mind and every time I feel weak I will think about him and try to be happy about what I have, instead of what I don't have.
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